Jayce isn’t like those other guys I’ve been with, though. He’s thorough and attentive, and he’s prioritizing my pleasure over his. So far, he’s only given and hasn’t demanded I return the favor. My body is melting for him and I can feel my orgasm building up deep in my core. When he slips another finger inside me and starts to pump harder, my pussy gushes. Then he rubs my clit with his thumb, and it’s like an electric shock goes through me. My orgasm explodes, taking me by surprise. I throw my head back with a cry.
As wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me, my arms start to shake and I can’t hold myself up anymore. I collapse, my cheek pressing into the bed’s cushions. Jayce keeps my hips hoisted up by wrapping an arm around my pelvis. I naively think he’ll lay me down once my orgasm finishes, but he doesn’t. His grip on me tightens and he continues pumping his fingers in and out of me and rubbing my clit in tight circles. He goes faster, though. Harder.
My pussy is so wet, I can feel it running down the inside of my thighs. The pleasure is so intense, it’s almost painful, and I cry out in desperation and claw at the bed. I can’t tell if I’m trying to get away from him, though, or get close. It doesn’t matter because he’s not letting me go.
“You look delicious.” His deep voice rumbles. “I need to taste you.”
Before I can form any coherent reply, his body shifts and I suddenly feel his tongue pressing into my folds.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out.
“Mmm, you’re just as sweet as you look.”
He begins licking my pussy with firm strokes of his tongue. His hands grip my thighs, pinning me in place.
“Oh, my God, Jayce!” I whimper. “It’s so good…so much…fuck! I’m going to cum again.”
I’m still so sensitive from my first orgasm, that when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, it’s like lightning shoots through me. I arch my back, nearly coming off the cushions, but Jayce’s hold on me is strong and keeps me in place. He circles his tongue around my clit, and then starts sucking again.
I can’t take it anymore, and when my second orgasm slams through me, my whole body convulses and I bury my face into the bed to muffle my scream.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans. “Cum for me, just like that.”
It’s too much, and not enough. He suddenly removes his fingers from me completely and I whimper in protest, missing his touch immediately even though I’m so sensitive and swollen, I’m not sure I can take much more. I can feel him moving behind me, and when I hear the sound of a zipper, I tremble in anticipation. There’s the crinkle of ripping foil—a condom?---and a moment later, he’s pushing at my entrance. When he shoves his cock into me in one thrust, stars explode in my vision.
Fuck! He’s so big! He’s reaching so deep…stretching me so wide…I’ve never felt this full before.
“You’re taking me so well.” He grips my hips and starts to fuck me hard, just like he said he would. I can’t help the noises I make as he pounds into me, hitting my G-spot over and over again. Fuck, I’m going to cum again.
He grabs the knot and undoes it, letting my blindfold fall away. My eyes struggle to adjust as he tangles his fingers in my hair and tugs my head back, arching my back and letting him in even deeper.
“Cum again, baby,” he orders, his tone harsh. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock.”
He tugs on my hair and the sting shoots straight through my body to my clit, and I explode. I scream toward the sky like some wild animal as my third and most powerful orgasm of the night rips through me.
“Fuck, yes, yes, that’s it,” Jayce snarls, thrusting hard one more time before crying out himself. I can feel him pulsing inside me, filling the condom as he cums.
I think I black out for a second, because the next thing I know, I’m laid out on my stomach, a sweaty, boneless, panting mess. Jayce is still behind me. I can hear his heavy breaths, but I don’t have the strength to even lift my head and look back at him. I’ve never been so satisfied before. So spent.
Without a word, he gets off the bed and I hear his feet padding along the cement toward the house. Is he just leaving me here? I’d be pissed if I wasn’t so exhausted.
My eyes flutter shut and I must fall asleep because suddenly, I feel something warm and soft between my legs and I pry my eyes back open. Jayce came back.
“What are you…?”
“Shhhh,” he murmurs, running a soothing hand along my lower back. “Just relax. I’ll get you cleaned up. You just rest, Starling. I’ll take care of you.”
His words are as soothing as the wash cloth between my legs, and I find myself being lulled back to sleep. The last thing I’m conscious of is Jayce picking me up off the chaise lounge and holding me in his arms as he carries me into the house. He sets me down on something so soft, I imagine he’s nestled me into the middle of a fluffy cloud.
What a silly thought. I’m not in a cloud, and he didn’t just press a gentle kiss to my forehead.
I let my exhaustion take over at that and fall fast asleep.
There’s an annoying buzzing in my ears. I groan and wave my hand over my face, thinking it must be a fly. The buzzing doesn’t stop. I try to ignore it, not wanting to wake up yet because I’m so cozy and comfortable and was having the most delicious dream about Jayce dressed as Captain America…
With a start, I realize what the buzzing is and my eyes shoot open. Fuck! It’s my phone. Where’s my phone?
I sit up and find myself in the middle of a huge foreposter bed… alone. Where’s Jayce? Did he leave?
